Done Playin' the Game

(Verse 1)
I used to open doors, carry bags, pay the check
Thought it made me a man, showed some damn respect
Now it's "mansplaining," "toxic," "fragile ego" too
Every compliment's a crime, every joke lands taboo
I held my tongue for years, took the hits, kept the peace
But the goalposts keep movin', and the rules never cease
Equality was the promise, but it's privilege they claim
While pointin' fingers at me like I'm the one to blame
(Chorus)
I'm done, I'm done, fed up to the bone
With the lectures, the guilt trips, the "men built the throne"
We work, we provide, we bleed, we break
But somehow we're the villains in every damn take
No more sorrys, no more bendin' our back
Call me what you want—I'm not walkin' that track
Feminism sold us a war we never signed up to fight
Brother, I'm done playin' nice tonight
(Verse 2)
They scream "believe all women" till a man's life is through
Then stay silent when the story flips, what’s a guy supposed to do?
Divorce courts empty my wallet, take my kids, take my home
While they tweet "the future is female" from their daddy-bought phone
I see brothers checkin' out, goin' MGTOW, ghostin' the game
Too tired of bein' villains just for havin' a name
We ain't oppressors, we ain't kings on a hill
We're just regular men gettin' kicked for the thrill
(Chorus)
I'm done, I'm done, fed up to the bone
With the lectures, the guilt trips, the "men built the throne"
We work, we provide, we bleed, we break
But somehow we're the villains in every damn take
No more sorrys, no more bendin' our back
Call me what you want—I'm not walkin' that track
Feminism sold us a war we never signed up to fight
Brother, I'm done playin' nice tonight
(Bridge – slower, spoken-sung)
Yeah, we know the history, we know the pain
But punishin' us for sins of the past ain't makin' it rain
We want partners, not projects, not enemies in our bed
If equality's real, then quit treatin' us dead
(Final Chorus – louder, angrier)
We're done, we're done, screamin' at the sky
No more kneelin', no more askin' why
We lift you up, you step on our throat
Then wonder why we're buildin' our own damn boat
No more playin' the game, no more takin' the fall
Men are wakin' up—hear the wake-up call
Feminism had its run, now the bill's overdue
I'm done with the script—how 'bout you?
(Outro – fade with gritty guitar)
Yeah... I'm done.
You hear me?
I'm done.

gritty rock/country-blues, male